[ There's always something so very satisfying about stealing Kuramochi's attention away from the girls that he tends to chase after. Ryousuke is selfish, there's no two ways around it, and competitive as hell in a lot of things in life. Baseball might win out - especially when you're trying to keep that one step ahead of your little brother, who has followed you from heaven to earth and wants to win just as much as you do - but turning his soulmate's head every lifetime they find each other?
Hook, line, sinker. Ensnaring him further is just an added bonus, because while he's got a sadistic streak a mile wide there's a matching masochist in Kuramochi that he will happily exploit. The fact that he's the one that's usually making the moves hardly bothers him, since it just means that he can gauge just how much his body remembers when his head doesn't, can guide him where he wants him and see where Kuramochi goes from there. A lot of the lead up to dating, and the dating itself, is made up of this.
Sex, sex is a lot more of it, but never really the first time. For as much as he likes things his way, there's always, always something different with their first time in every lifetime. It's about the only time he really loses himself in the moment, and the rest of the world falls away. All it is is heat and hands, and if he winds up with fingerprints along his hips then, well. It'll be well worth it, and he encourages it, the idea of being marked again, of feeling whole and getting to play with Kuramochi again, hearing his cackling laughter and seeing his face heat up to a not-so-dirty comment made dirty.
Letting out a startled groan as Kuramochi bucks his hips up, Ryousuke braces his hands against his chest, wings spreading to keep from wobbling because of him suddenly falling back onto the bed. His feet curl a little and hook on the edge of it, and he takes a moment to breathe before -
Well, before the moment and Kuramochi's reaction register together.
And he drops his head back, laughing openly in a way that leaves him shaking to the tips of his feathers, breathless and kind of giddy from the sex high. There's still that little sadistic streak in it, but it's fondly mocking rather than outright malicious. ]
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"potentially nsfw" more like "this post is literally going to be a bunch of wings and porn"
Hook, line, sinker. Ensnaring him further is just an added bonus, because while he's got a sadistic streak a mile wide there's a matching masochist in Kuramochi that he will happily exploit. The fact that he's the one that's usually making the moves hardly bothers him, since it just means that he can gauge just how much his body remembers when his head doesn't, can guide him where he wants him and see where Kuramochi goes from there. A lot of the lead up to dating, and the dating itself, is made up of this.
Sex, sex is a lot more of it, but never really the first time. For as much as he likes things his way, there's always, always something different with their first time in every lifetime. It's about the only time he really loses himself in the moment, and the rest of the world falls away. All it is is heat and hands, and if he winds up with fingerprints along his hips then, well. It'll be well worth it, and he encourages it, the idea of being marked again, of feeling whole and getting to play with Kuramochi again, hearing his cackling laughter and seeing his face heat up to a not-so-dirty comment made dirty.
Letting out a startled groan as Kuramochi bucks his hips up, Ryousuke braces his hands against his chest, wings spreading to keep from wobbling because of him suddenly falling back onto the bed. His feet curl a little and hook on the edge of it, and he takes a moment to breathe before -
Well, before the moment and Kuramochi's reaction register together.
And he drops his head back, laughing openly in a way that leaves him shaking to the tips of his feathers, breathless and kind of giddy from the sex high. There's still that little sadistic streak in it, but it's fondly mocking rather than outright malicious. ]